|Note from Joe: Like all famous poems, "Trees" has been parodied many times. My favorite parody is "Threes" by John Atherton. Also see "Song in the Worst Possible Taste" by Dorothy Parker.|
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.